Hot spittle streamed from the horse’s mouth. I clung to
her mane and squeezed her trunk with my legs, relying on her to follow the lead
rider. Behind me I could hear the thundering hooves of our pursuers. I chanced
a look over my shoulder. The rough men had faces I couldn’t believe. The
closest had one high cheek and one low. His eyes were too big for his head. I
will never forget the midnight pools of his pupils, trying to suck me into their
gaze during my glance backwards. I closed my eyes when I heard him scream.
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